Indispensable Man Poem Novels & Stories

Today's poem stared at me, raw and unfiltered: I met you on a night I'd already given up, A flicker in the dark, too bright to trust. But your laughter lit a room I'd long abandoned, If you leave, I won't stop you, But know this… I was a broken man the night we met And you made me feel whole again, since the night I lost my brother. *** I brought the car to a stop in front of the grand hall set for Petrocorp's high-stakes conference. Today was the day all shortlisted contenders for the billion-dollar contract would be in the same room.

Outside, the skyline throbbed with life a distance away. He reached and fed his fingers between hers. No grand statements. Only this. Two in the dark, clinging to each other. Because sometimes the cracks allow the light to come through. And sometimes the anchor is a human being—sitting quietly to remain. ---

At the man who forgot me. At the man who still chose me. The night trembled. And I knew— This war had truly begun

Their hearts were palpitating non-stop. ‘This man is too strong!’ ‘Or rather, he’s no man. He’s the legendary God of War!’

The main priority that can never be replaced by anyone in this world. ♥️♥️♥️♥️ Please remain as the incandescent that always illuminates me when I do not find light in my life. Be a place to lean on when I'm as fragile as shattered glass. Remember forever what you mean in me. The owner of the heart of a man who is obsessed with his wife's charm. Who gave up everything for the sake of the woman he loved so much with all his heart. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

There was a blissful serenity on his face as he looked at me, “You might have heard these lines by the Pakistani poet, ‘Khudi ko kar buland itana ke har taqdir se pehele, Khuda bande se khud pooche, beta teri raza kya hai.’ Become self-sustaining and self-generating, and even gods will wait around to lend a hand.” She came with the customary tea. As her wandering gaze fell on my face, I could hear her thoughts in my heart: ‘come fast; the hearths are in full swing; no worries of freezing’. Anxiously, I looked at him; he was desperately trying to chase away a reticent smile. I kicked myself for not reminding her about his special gift of mind-reading. She walked away. My future was slow

What was this man! ***********************************************************************************************

(If felt like You are a piece of mine, I am incomplete without you My story is incomplete without you) **** I think these shayaris are written freshly and I am loving every shayari. Tears are not stopping from my eyes. I am a crying mess. Crying and laughing at the same time. Kitna samjhaya is dil ko Is ishq wishq me mat padna Par ye mann, mann hi mann mein Manmaaniyaan kar betha. (How much I taught this heart, Don't fall in love But this heart didn't listen to me And fell in love)

I opened the door—but didn’t step aside. He looked exhausted. Tie loosened. Jacket wrinkled. The man who never lost control looked like he’d been holding himself together with thread. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “I know,” he replied. “But you disappeared.” “I told you I needed space.” “You resigned from everything,” he said. “That’s not space. That’s exile.” I let out a slow breath. “It was survival.” He nodded slowly. “Then let me help you survive.” “No,” I said quietly.